Tim wanted to say he knew his limits, that he could handle it but the truth was ever since the torture everything had been off. His sense of time was just one of them. "Terminators..?" He thought for a moment. The movie crossed his mind, but maybe she was talking about something else. Tim sank down finally in his chair infront of his laptop. "What about it?" It was probably better if he heard it straight from her. Chances were the movie got stuff wrong anyway. They always did. When she mentioned movies though, it got him thinking. Was that why Buffy knew him? Or at least his enemy the Joker?
Rubbing at his eyes he watched her. "Food just doesn't look all that appetizing anymore." Offering an explination.